Coiled in Houston

I had a really intense dream last night about Houston.
I was there visiting with Assata. For some reason, R and Navah were not there, but I felt that they were back in NYC.
I was sitting in a vacant lot from across E’s work place. Not sure if there is a vacant lot there now, but in the dream that’s where I was at. Assata was sleeping under the 105 degree weather in a wicker basket. I pull a blanket over her face to shield her from getting sun burn (yes, my youngest gets sunburn).
I noticed a little baby snake with the skin pattern of a rattler or Boa. I was not sure what kind of snake it was, but I stood and picked up the wicker basket after seeing the baby snake swallow a rat.
I removed the the blanket and Assata was ok, but there was a big Boa coiled and maybe sleeping next to her. I picked it up and threw it on the ground. It slithered away. I remember seeing a big pile of greenish slime next to Assata like it was maybe snake poop. Not sure.
I headed over to the work place and in the front yard there was a group of young Latinas/os putting together banners and signs for an art show held at the place. I knew none of them but they wore a lot of red and black. They were friendly and really happy to see Assata once I introduced her. I took her in the place to find E. By this time she was walking around and a couple of women who I did not know just swooped all over Assata to play with her. Strangely I thought it was ok to leave her and I started walking around. The place looked a little like it did when I was doing work there, but it was definitely different. Things were moved around and I haven’t stepped foot in the place in 10 years. I headed up the stairs to find E. He was sitting in his office. I sat next to him and we started looking at the sun; commenting on its ‘coding’ as if it were a piece of software. Then this woman comes in. She was very short, dark brown, thick build, with long, jet black hair and a flat, roundish face. She had a few short, dark brown scars on her face but still very beautiful. The woman sat on my lap and stared into the sun with her black eyes. I offered her my seat or to find a seat for her other than my lap, knowing that this situation was not cool by any means. But she declined saying that she was ok where she was. I told E over the woman’s shoulder that I had to go. E said ok without looking up.
I stood up and headed back downstairs.
Looking back on my time with him neither one of us seemed happy. Not happy to see each other, or happy about anything. Just happy about the sun it seemed.
I started to panic when I couldn’t find Assata. I looked in the kitchen of the place, the lobby, looked outside to see if she was playing in the street (NYC kids don’t do things like that), but couldn’t find her. Then I heard her from under my feet. I went back in and walked down some stairs where the studio should have been. It seemed that the studio was now in the basement. Assata was ok and was playing with an old producer who I really liked named Jim. He was just raving about Assata. He asked me about myself and then my mood got real dark. I just smiled and made more bs small talk, scooped up Assata and we headed back to the Days Inn where we were staying. I looked out the storm window of our room and the sky was dark purple and violet.
When I woke I just remember dreading having to leave the motel.